A splash.
Then all was still.
* * * * *
The two ruffians stood staring at each other, their eyes half starting from their sockets.
The perspiration stood out in big beads upon their foreheads, and they shook like ague-stricken wretches.
"Look over," said Fleon in a hoarse whisper. "What do you see?"
"I see," responded the other, in the same constrained tone, "there's a shark! I see his fin."
"There's plenty more in the neighbourhood."
"No; he's all alone, and, my eye! what a feast he'll have!"
"I see him! He strikes for the bottom. He's got him, whether he's dead or alive."